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Autobombo: Desert - "" Whale Room "(2011)

Some do not know too much my musical side, which is that I have not promoted much by shyness and what tends to happen to be proud of something, but begin to feel unsafe after a (very little) time. That aspect had been largely dormant in recent months (to be benevolent, if not ... anyway), but nothing this weekend materialized two songs that were collected in a new installment of new Deserter that is the name under which they do things since 2005.

Bearing in mind the classic seven-inch single format, Whale Room is part owner in the face A, a strange blend history of insomnia, anxiety, and the juxtaposition of a visit to the museum of natural sciences with the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing swallowed by a whale of truth, in search of refuge without serving too. The skeleton of piano and acoustic guitar influence their (sad) pop sensibility, something that I can not stop the release, I fear.

The B side raised as something spontaneous, composed and recorded within a few hours ("Whale Room" was almost a year but never recorded) and it was expressly the back of the other song . Thus arose 'Avalanche' Sunday morning, a short poem and a creepy background now has me hooked. If I had my record an entire album in that plan. We'll see.

Whale Room can be heard and downloaded Bandcamp:

http://eldesertor.bandcamp.com/

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Minutes: Laura Veirs - 'I Can See Your Tracks" (2010)

Lately I seem to have a fixation with songs that speak of expectation or fear of what will happen, I speak very directly and then I get crucial and sensitive as a child. Will I have a feeling of stagnation and change simultaneously, which is very rare. Also be that I tend to hold on tight to what can not be something that I'm watching with bright eyes but it departs. There is a part of me that is very connected with the conduct that was the first day that my mother took me to the nursery: it is seen that when we were about to reach the door, I used to throw up and had to take home and change. Evidently did not yet have neither the knowledge nor the cunning to act with malice, but I see there is a precedent for this fear to the real world and try to scrape a few seconds more than the warmth and security of being nestled in the loving arms of a figure . Certainly more visceral need than a fad.

Using elements that inhabit marine sites ocean and rugged countryside, Laura Veirs has been doing his fascination with nature and the richness inherent in his images that permeates a whole language their music and very genuine, setting a reading of the folk that breathes using small fixes carry a lively soundscape, wet and wild creatures and weather conditions that develop in their words. 'I Can See Your Tracks' opened his latest work to date, Flame July, but more than to start a record and just, pick up the sense of new beginning with capital letters. Follows the scent of spring dawn in the woods and beats, under tree bark and turpentine, with a tenderness not far to understand that the stories by Maurice Sendak. In point is someone aware Veirs that must look forward and accept an absence, and in each of the three stanzas on which we built the song tempted by the stinging memories but firmly resolved before going to the following:

"Oh, I can see your footprints

but not follow,

'll wish it would rain or wind breaks out mad

to delete them, anchoring them into oblivion

is a beautiful way to express in words the certainty that one must grow and learn to be alone, separated from the one giving her affection, or he was supposed to guard the image of someone, or just an accomplice. The cadence of the music, major chords, gives the story a sense of courage and just hope that I shall soon be overcome terrible, like an adventure story. In these first verses referring to prefer not to know where it is leading the life of that other person, in the second, you know but do not allow him loose knees ( "I can smell the smoke in the fire / but I'll leave you alone / and sleep in this lonely cave ") and in the last accepts that he must learn to protect himself and get on with life ( "I can hear snakes / crawling on the scene / tremble with their boots on / but you will not hear me screaming / you're way to New Orleans" ).

the usual production Tucker Martine is a success: in the same way at other times it seems that we can see a colorful succession of fish leaping out of the ocean, it chooses to focus on the guitar arpeggio and soothing voice (with just reverb) of Laura, which accompanies a successful vocal harmony Jim James involved briefly before the final stanza.

A relief for which we struggle (many sometimes ourselves) to grow, or we can not avoid hanging of nostalgia more than desirable. For those who get along very close to the heart tissue that are afar.

'I Can See Your Tracks' disk appeared July Flame,

published in January 2010

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Organization Civil Society Bees

Sacred Land of the Martyrs of Acteal

; ; Acteal, Chiapas, Mexico

March 22, 2011

All the Social and Political Organizations

All Rights Defenders Human

A national and international press.

A Civil Society

A the Other Campaign and

A Public Opinion

Brothers and Sisters

Today March 22, 2011 met 13 years 3 months who were slaughtered our brethren martyrs in Acteal. Us and we are gathered here again to celebrate once more the brothers and sisters to ask for the strength of our Lord Jesus Christ, that we continue to illuminate our path as long and tireless what we are looking for.

In these days, on March 24 marks the 31st anniversary of the martyrdom of Archbishop Oscar Romero, Bishop of the brotherly people of El Salvador, killed by the powerful to denounce violence against the poor government of their country. In these days a member of the Board of Bees is in El Salvador, as in other years have been several members of our organization, it is necessary to unite our voices as people who denounce injustice and seek peace, for the blood of our martyrs is crying out to heaven in all this land in Latin America that their people were massacred because the powerful want to appropriate their wealth and natural resources.

Strengthened by the blood of our martyrs, the organization Civil Society Acteal Bee never discouraged to commemorate our fathers and mothers demanding justice for our loved ones slaughtered. This was happened in the year 1997 but do not forget this cruel fact committed by the paramilitaries were organized by Mexico's President Ernesto Zedillo Ponce de Leon and Chiapas Governor Julio Cesar Ruiz Ferro and the Area Commander Military in Chiapas, Mario Renan Castillo. All that was following a counterinsurgency plan that they learned in military schools in the U.S. and now their vicious dogs that were trained have left the army and continue massacring innocent but now as the group of Zetas.

Though the rulers in that year and see it as history and not come back to talk about what has already happened, but we can not forget.

peace in our philosophy as we say " the bullet does not kill, what we do is disregard kills" and then it is essential for us to keep the memory alive forever commemorate our martyrs as we are doing today in Acteal to 13 years and 3 months of being killed and massacred our brothers.

But we speak not only about the past but this by what is happening now. All of Mexico is experiencing daily massacres. In places like Ciudad Juárez and the state of Sinaloa, was killed entire families, burn their houses, threatening the survivors and the government does nothing. The government says are drug dealers but we see that when you kill a U.S. agent in a week and have the alleged perpetrators. But when ordinary people are killed when a woman killed in mere gates of the presidential palace, where entire families are destroyed then the government does nothing.

also says the government that those who die are criminals or people who was passing by accident when they were the shootings, but we see that many have died to defend life against the projects of death and destruction. We see that in Chiapas and in Mexico there by killing innocent people is peace, there is persecution for the leaders of different organizations, jailing those who seek justice, peace and dignity to the world.

With these facts we see that the government is afraid the people and wants to silence his voice. Whoever is killed defending the life, instead of those who kill, those who organize wars and those who are criminals are free and released as soon as the perpetrators and masterminds of the slaughter of Acteal. This is a destruction to humanity that exists in our state and our country. The perpetrators of these acts and violations of human rights are the rulers who can not administer justice that is thirsty and hungry people.

As an example of those who are persecuted for defending life is for the comrades Adherents to the Other Campaign in San Sebastian Bach'ajon who suffer repression, harassment , criminalization of their struggles and unjust imprisonment as result of the defense of Mother Earth , is a clear example of the counterinsurgency strategy, such as the government is acting as a form retains, exercising and using the same, with the clear objective for the control of territory and domination of peoples and communities in resistance.

Today we also report some facts that have occurred in our town just two days ago:

1) On March 20, at about 1 pm, Manuel Pérez guzman, representative of the organization of civil society of the Bees Village Community Quextic was harassed and beaten by 6 items the State Police in the county seat of Pantelho, along with two of his brothers who accompanied him. The police accused him of selling drugs and tried to force up his truck. Manuel had told them not to hit him that if he wanted to accompany himself into the truck could peacefully. It seems that this non-violent response calmed down and police withdrew from the place. The number of the patrol was 2P 377. We think it is not just what they are doing, there is no right to mistreat and just people. In case there is no way to resolve problems with respect to the law and people. But it seems that the police can not respect people. Is the same as in 97, when Public Safety accompanied the paramilitaries.

2) On day 20, Javier Ruiz Pérez, a member of the Bees, Quexalucum community, driving a work vehicle at about 8 pm, and almost reached the county seat of Chenalhó, when a van driven by Christopher and Javier Vazquez Gomez went before him, ran over two men walking down the road drunk, causing them instantaneously death. Christopher and Javier Vazquez said in the mayor's trying to blame Javier Ruiz. The problem should have been treated by the justice of the peace of Chenalho, and so I asked the families of the deceased. However, the judges made the case be transferred to the two accused to the Public Prosecutor of San Cristobal, where they were arrested last night even as we write this statement. We know how judges are often in Mexico, such as Supreme Court , not determine, based on justice, if not on the basis of influence and corruption, for fear that they will blame us partner. We demand respect freedom and justice, releasing our partner and hold them accountable to the real culprit.

face of the injustices that are experienced in our town, our state of Chiapas and throughout the country, we of the peace organization "Bees" we call upon the people of Mexico, men and women aware, human, and courageous, not to remain silent or asleep, it's time to raise your voice, it's time we the people, it's time to unite our struggles for liberation of our country in this climate of injustice and impunity, become conscious, take courage, and we demand together with our governing the impartial application of justice against those who violate human rights.

For all these reasons we demand:

Ø immediate and unconditional release of five colleagues, Members of the Other Campaign San Sebastian Bach'ajon.

Ø Justice for the perpetrators and masterminds of the Slaughter Acteal.

Ø Respect our fellow Bees by the authorities.

Ø Respect for the sovereignty of peoples to decide their form of organization.

! STOP THE REPRESSION OF THE COMMUNITIES IN RESISTANCE !

! NOT THE LIFE AND DEATH MEGAPROJECTS!

! IF A DEFENSE LIFE!

! LIVING COMMUNITIES IN RESISTANCE!

! VIVA LA LUCHA PACIFICA OF "THE BEES!

CAREFULLY.

The voice of the Organization of Civil Society Bees Acteal.

board Firman:

Mariano Pérez Vásquez	José Ramón Vásquez Entzin
Juan Vásquez Luna	Perez Victorio Patience

Macario Arias Gomez

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Human Rights Center Fray Bartolome de Las Casas called voices of various struggles of the country to share solidarity and purchase commitments to the situations of dispossession, impunity and repression by the Mexican state to civil society. The meeting took place in CIDECI-Unitierra 16 and March 17. 2011.

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imperdibles: Marina Gallardo - "Working To Speak (2008)

One summer, taking about ten years, was playing hide and seek with the children of our neighbors and have played him and look for the little girl, which we used to tease. It was an area on the outskirts of town on my last visit was completely unrecognizable, finally taken by the rich, the crumbling house that we rented for several years had already been demolished and the hectares of land and weeds that had grown around him type of house that a marriage conservative aspires to feel that he can look down upon anyone. Watching

around a corner to know how lost I was looking for us, his brother had put his fingers in the holes of a brick, like the rest of the entire row of that corner was exposed. Soon he began to scream and shake his hand, in one of the holes had a hornet's nest and to their intrusiveness had not taken anything in defense. Her sister found us right away, but the game was suspended.

After a while I had a very cinematic dream in which the facts were substantially different: in the corner, under the sun and the wind-tousled hair, a girl staring holes Brick and guessed at these nests of wasps. Squinting, curious. I saw the wall and saw her. You could feel the urgency of his thoughts, certifying that something would happen. Without hesitation, quickly as he pulled the cloth and runs in the game of the handkerchief, dipped his fingers into the nest by to find out what would happen, how to react, without being hampered by the clear exposure to pain. Whence comes this impulse?

This expression impassive but thoughtful, released when the material required and anxious to understand how the people and our nature, is what I imagine when I hear to Marina Gallardo, author whose vision is not only unique in the state music scene, but beyond its borders. His debut Working to Speak appeared in early 2008, the year in which it tried to pigeonhole with other songwriters recently appeared in a highly publicized new movement of all-female folk-pop. We must not be very smart to realize that even tucked into Marina's music we dare not face and cleared the lint cotton jersey sugar later. For starters, his writing has barely stepped on the field strictly sentimental and loving, and if has ever been as open to interpretation and not very obvious to me mistaken. In the songs materialize the image of someone independent, more interesting, abstract concerns, animal-to sit on the bank of a porch to wonder when it will be time lost in a traditional relationship and be subservient (longing as well).

Working to Speak , produced with the help of Paco Loco Attempt and is composed of eleven songs that musically succinct keep the intrigue of this understanding in progress, the raft issues and emotions irrational, the same mystery of the hornet's nest in a small hole. In the initial 'Song X' (the mystery of the title is not free) two chords well enough surrounded by a battery pressing squalls of electric guitar and piano runaway Acute leave you with the feeling that you do not know what you just to occur. At these times of turbulence when full band and Marina sounds more personal and unusual, as when the guitar volume up to 'In a Frame of my Real Temp' just as says "I'll be watching in our house" : simultaneous protection and risk, contingency. In other needed even dramatic effects, and structure and skeletal saying 'Winter' or 'Waved in the Tree' ( "Someone flies hanging in the tree / marked with sea salt, calls me by my name" ). His voice is arenácea and closed, as well as evocative and strangely inviting.

there are corners of the disk where the gloom gives way to thoughts of lighter weight, when it snuggles closer to folk in 'Stones' (the most melodic and catchy), the Old Whiskey Trip '12' (palms and pedal steel) or 'Moon's Wolf' (pleasantly playful). Escapism in the beautiful 'Bloody Moonshine' ( "Arteries broken shed in the ashtray / the bloody moonlight play with me / Everyone speech and my mind explodes ", the palpable unease when elongates the word" Explodes "), modulation of voice almost a capella at the beginning of" Savana Song 'and the overwhelming vulnerability that closes the disc that gives the piece title ( "A boat drawn across my neck dry / china dogs barking Crosswords / (...) My mouth is working to speak"; something that is closely related to drinking wolf illustration on the cover) are other props to make it, three years after its publication, a reference disk.'ll still searching among the weeds and around corners, but Marina and take a while having played the wall and saved. The cry for wasp stings, I'm sure I enmudecería.

To listen to Spotify: Marina Gallardo - Working To Speak

Marina Gallardo plays tonight in the room Heliogàbal Barcelona and tomorrow will be in La [2] de Apolo part poster anniversary party seal Foehn Records.

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Minutes: The Creatures -' Killing Time '(1989)

long time ago I decided to stop carrying clock. My wrist is skinny and I was fine, and now, when you can read almost anywhere. But somehow there was also a point of self-censorship compulsively check the time, how much have you already and what is still lacking, I crossed as a fixation that began to bother me, and worse that (I) and intrinsic slight uneasiness. I rarely look at the relief represented a timer when waiting for something: if a long, impatient you more, if there is too little, I overexcited at the prospect of the imminent fall of the tree. All this, after all, is just an abbreviation for something that is actually much more vague: the wait is not always a tour with one last stop, either to reach a site, the results of an analysis or eat, finally, dinner. There are times when you feel the urgency and do not expect anything concrete (or so I believe). There are times that expected based on staged a reverie. Willful neglect on this illusion is breathtaking what this sublime song The Creatures .

The duo of Siouxsie Sioux (voice) and Budgie (percussion) and had previously worked with a horn section in 1983, when they recorded a version of 'Right Now' (years before the voices of Aretha Franklin and Mel Tormé) already represented a departure in tone in the tribal and jungle universe they had created from drum beats and metallophones, only acolytes of the lady of The Banshees in the first records of this other project. The album Boomerang (1989), the image of the cedars, moss and spears is succeeded by the dry weather, the villainous blues, and Hispanic and Asian touches plum color spilled wine fine sand and chalk. 'Killing Time' has the makings of a timeless composition with words so well chosen that could be part of the classical repertoire of any bird sad song as Billie Holiday or Nina Simone. Siouxsie's voice flows naturally, effortlessly and elegantly, feels like a vamp that against all odds has fallen into the trap of longing love. The only presence of the wind and battery leaves withered and decaying space that dramatizes (and becomes ever night) that lonely of a wait of unknown duration.

The track begins with eight bars in which only hear the sticks hitting the rim of a drum, like the ticking of a timepiece, on which Siouxsie surprise a capella: "I hope and hope / sleepwalking to the hourglass / on one side and the other / the pendulum has swung " . When the other instruments enter, you can feel his desire to invoke the figure of what you desire (the rate of dark jazz is also pure sexual tension) as well as how the course of life, daily actions, I do not care, the carried out with resignation while his mind remains a unique idea.

"That time unwinding, all the teeth falling

that men machines collapse and rust

face stuck in the dust, I'll kiss no other

lips a lifetime of nothing, doomed to be without you "

is an obvious romantic tone and noir but free of drama. Feelings are not swollen and does not consider making a sacrifice: it is more like a process that lives with apathy, having faith in one day receive compensation, and just when the end is entirely sincere:

"I've been here so long

could lie down under dying sky this thirst and

this hunger is no wonder

'm just killing time

hope to check back

no one else "

'Killing Time' appeared on album Boomerang of The Creatures ,

published in November 1989

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imperdibles: Tones on Tail - "Pop" (1984)

Often as recently in other hives not fully explained the history of what was the basis of my musical education because depending on how it does not seem apropos go into the family. The fact is that my father started to design clothes twenty-five years ago and since then it shows from time to time, the first, like their designs, were anarchic and failed: often took place in pubs and wore dresses of friends and acquaintances of various kinds and degrees of eccentricity. Having two and three years old at the time, no memory of my assistance, but recapitulate and a couple of years later I do see the fascination that caused me to be in one of these pubs as he is on set shooting a movie, and is that I had ordered to magnify what these parades were repeatedly watching videotapes that were picked. The friend that the editing had excellent taste in music, and the trend was in the time of making the models stroll down the catwalk twenty times for each suit, each video was like a fantastic collection of eight or ten items. In my eyes, impossible music.

Over sixty songs only between 1986 and 1991. Some were obvious because we had the disc or tape at home, other performers discovered by intuition or causality, but the greater thickness remained anonymous until, as an adult, I felt the need to put a face to all, and has not been until very recently I have settled each of the mysteries after starting more than four years, I can not say how he would have done at one time without internet search engines and with no help from the memory of my father. And so, in 2006, I learned that was a fan of Tones on Tail for nearly two decades.

Tones on Tail began in 1982 as a side project of Daniel Ash Bauhaus to (guitar, vocals). It was associated with Glenn Campling (keyboard), a friend of his who was also the mother group roadie, and later with drummer Kevin Haskins when Bauhaus disbanded in 1983. The adventure, which historically does eventually become a bridge that led to Ash to Love & Rockets "was cut short due to differences between the two composers, as short as fertile and splendid for the same reason. For a hand, the principle was des expresses a desire to distance itself from the lines indicated by Bauhaus (carried even to the extent of dressing entirely in white to disengage from the tags "goth" and "sinister"), but they really needed based on the Happy clash between Campling like electronic music and avant-garde concerns of Ash in genres such as dub and jazz. No wonder they gave him the title Pop the debut album released in 1984, "pop", a word that was born as an abbreviation for "popular" that every so often makes a scraping meaning. I know other discs which were later taken that name, but none holds as plural content and risky, and therefore deserves a well located on the shelves next to other works in the first half of the eighties, made to subvert the concept of "pop" as a musical genre that came to a wider audience (we drop the names that you want: Tuxedomoon, PIL, Siouxsie & the Banshees, Laurie Anderson, The Residents, etc.). Still, Tones on Tail is still a dark creature and unacknowledged.

as taking the listener on an ant wandering watercolor pads, the duo put effort to provide each song a very distinctive personality, while two randomly picked pieces would raise no suspicion that they are signed by the same group. The start is brilliant: 'Lions', one of the songs that stand out without a problem among the twenty best I've ever heard, is based on two synth notes that are repeated throughout the entire song, harmonizing with the descending bass line of the chorus creating a virtual weightless rate under the soft, seductive voice, Daniel Ash, who says: "The lions always point to the top because killing has always been an easy out" . Is an abstract minimalist electronic number which is a shame that is not repeated throughout the MINUTES, but there's more: in its most light and playful, 'Happiness' which is ironic about the triumph in adult life between the air of free jazz (drums with brushes and under Rogue) and psychedelia (that body twisted and vile), and 'Slender Fungus' experience with oral noise samples to build a rhythm on which to blend vocal duo of the forties, while the baby's surreal imagery ( "The fungus thin eats in bed before going to bed ").

In some cases it is easier to relate to the darkness of how it wished to flee, as in empty space is perceived in 'Movement of Fear "(one of the most disturbing refer to the forefront of Tuxedomoon) or' The Never Never (is Forever) ', which together with' War '(more urgent, angular) is the time when Ash makes a more scraping of his vocal chords. 'Performance' is perhaps the most exuberant in terms of arrangements, using electronic schedules for shaping dance as a subject as somber and dressed with a melodic guitar ideas that go in all directions and a funky bass. Acoustic arpeggios of 'Real Life' do not walk away Bauhaus work at times of Burning From the Inside , and close air develop a piece of more than eight minutes, 'Rain', which hides a little strange aftertaste halftime positivist and reflexive: "She said " It's time crush this feeling " / writing long letters about rain / Oh, the rain" .

Pop was collected in 1998 (taking advantage of the interest generated by the meeting of Bauhaus that year) in Everything! , collecting all the material published between 1982 and 1984.

To listen to Spotify: Tones on Tail - "Everything!" (songs 1 to 9 are those that made Pop in its day).

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CIVIL SOCIETY

Organization of Civil Society Bees

Sacred Land of the martyrs of Acteal

Chiapas, Mexico

March 8, 2011

All the Social and Political Organizations

A and all Human Rights Defenders

A national and international press

A independent media

A Civil Society

A the Other Campaign , and

A Public Opinion

MARCH 8 INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

Sisters and Brothers who are gathered today in the ceremonial of the martyrs Acteal. know that March 8 is a very important day to remember that there must be respect for women. Adult women and adolescents.

We know that women have suffered too many years, for example in New York in 1857 a group of seamstresses took a textile factory where they worked, to demand equal pay and fair schedule, but say the pattern is not quite like it and set fire there killed 146 factory seamstresses and others were injured.

Yet suffering is not over, so this day we remember the struggle of women to change their lives. Here in Mexico the government has no respect for women but not only the government but also the men who mistreat us and not give us permission to walk out of our house to go to meetings. So this day is very important to reflect on the rights of women.

We went out on the fly so they know how women are suffering in each village because the government has no respect for listening to the words of women and men. The government if you see that there are people who are learning to defend kills him. Just as he did Digna Ochoa killing a woman who speaks the truth, the government sought a man to kill her.

That suffering happened here in 1997 that killed many women, who offered his house to defend the lives of evacuees who were fleeing from the paramilitaries. And while at prayer at the church were massacred. It is through them that we are screaming. For this day we remember all women who have been massacred and ask them to give us strength to continue our journey toward justice, freedom and no more abuse.

We want the government to have respect for our words and you understand it, today I say to all governments in different states and countries that have respect for women. Do not want to happen again so much suffering as in previous years.

do not want the government sends soldiers are here in our communities. We require you to leave here. Nothing more came to maltreat humiliating foul language on the roads, in our cornfields, in our sacred hills. They came to harass and raping many women.

It is time to open our eyes speak the truth and give our word to live free. Peace love, take strength in our hearts to build a world in balance, harmony and peace.

From this sacred land appreciate your example and send our greetings to our sisters and brothers in struggle in Mexico and the world. To our Zapatista sisters say they walked together to build a life with dignity and justice, not afraid, not discouraged, to continue their struggle to defend the people. We greatly respect their dignified struggle. Trini partner and all the women of Atenco, we send a greeting, we recognize its value and the struggle for freedom and defend their land. Sisters of Ciudad Juarez and Chihuahua who have recently suffered the murder of family members ask to have the strength to continue fighting.

All women copies are being threatened, harassed, monitored by defending the rights and lives of other people are not afraid to follow your life are not Single women are here bees Acteal.

To say goodbye want to send a big salute to all women and men in solidarity with the movement of bees Acteal.

Live

women around the world!

Live girls around the world!

give life women do not want war!

CAREFULLY

THE WOMEN'S COORDINATING

OF CIVIL SOCIETY BEES

ZENAIDA HERNANDEZ GOMEZ ANTONIA VAZQUEZ PEREZ

CATARINA PEREZ RUIZ MARCELINA PEREZ GOMEZ

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Minutes: Tamaryn - "Dawning" (2010)

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look like someone very quiet, especially on first impressions or to those people that do not exceed a level far surface even see them repeatedly. My silence can be interpreted as the examiner, I do not know if you can even look like the silence of someone arrogant or disinterested, and would often blunder that. Just need to figure out who can not stand those eyes looking directly for many seconds, or as a double fifty times, and reduced to shreds of cloud in a bottle of beer if I have it on hand. I usually a lot going on, too, by the head while blocking materialize in that form. I'm a nervous wreck in the end. How much energy wasted by stunning. Rarely

I can remove that concern my self, sometimes, yes, it is virtually undetectable, but others join me in an abstract state of expectation. It's like a pan full of water on a fire driven by someone crafty: boiling and rests, randomly. A couple of days ago I crossed half the city by bike in the morning to go home, something that has become a tactic resultón when I feel the impatience and the fear of staying alone with what I think, in these circumstances, nothing can happen more rejected the idea of \u200b\u200bstanding on the subway thirty minutes. "When we get there? When will we get? ". The bike ride allows me to control the course and stay busy. Even in winter is pleasant, rather than in summer, because there are hardly any people or traffic. Saturday was carnival but I ran into one worthy of note; was a pleasant journey between puffs I have to stop dropping when the tangle of thoughts eventually overwhelm and do not understand how I got there.

Shortly before parking the bike, sounded in my headphones the repeated arpeggio that opens this song Tamaryn . I must admit, not a piece that has the narrative weight with those usually motivate me to write in this section: there is one song can be clearly lower, but the walk there from the stop where she left the bike to my house in those few minutes he got drunk with his coquetry and made me understand why almost every review of the group use the word "dreamy": for a moment, surrounded my agitation with a tissue between fantasy and nostalgia, I wanted to be going home together and not alone, I wondered why I never bumped into someone by accident in this city so eager that sometimes I swallowed, with someone known to be comforted as much as I find that surprising. I always cheer floor more than anyone about these things. As I said, the chord progression is simple, as is the battery. A part-time embellished with a guitar shaped like hot plastic and the reverberation of a voice that merely suggests: "When morning came / I saw the sea led him / The me that was in you / Like that takes the punishment (...) You're a big sky / a dead star / a cruel sea / nothing happens if you ".

The same arpeggio that opens the song is repeated in a loop at the end until it fades, as if waking from that little fantasy and you were spat back to what you were doing before it started. He put it back immediately.

'Dawning' album appeared in The Waves of Tamaryn ,

published in September 2010

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BEES Invitation to the Women's March 8 March Bees

                                Civil Society Organization "Bees"

Holy Land of Martyrs Acteal

Chenalho Acteal, Chiapas, Mexico

February 1, 2011.

Stop Violence Against Women! Freedom to political prisoners!

... The earth itself is crying out for justice and freedom is asking why you are being bled to death and jailed for the actions of the bad politicians and big capitalists ...

Comrades s conscious and solidarity in defense of life:

We women of the Civil Society Organization "Bees" l @ s welcome to march with scissors Majomut @ s from to Acteal, the headquarters of our organization; together to raise our voice to demand respect and freedom.

We are very sad and we are outraged to see that many women have been murdered, disappeared, and imprisoned for defending life fact, being different, and by demand right to be respected.

why we @ s, we will march on March 8 International Day of Women, and women tod @ s bees will participate with us because we can not live in peace and in harmony with our Mother Earth there are so many injustices, killings, insecurity and human rights violations. And together we memory and consciousness to demand justice to prevent further violence and killings against women.

We can not remain silent when it is !...¡ sustain our living word to conquer life!

PROGRAM PROGRESS OF WOMEN BEES

· March 8. Reaching 8:00 am in the scissors Majomut sandbank near the Zapatista comrades Polho.

· At 9:00 am we walk alongside @ sa where is the military base Majomut to perform a symbolic act.

· At Acteal, our colleagues will read a statement, and other activities ...

· progress was concluded with Mass celebrated by the pastor Chenalho.

· Everyone brings their food, cups, plates for the march.

I hope to you all!

CAREFULLY

The coordinators of the Women of Bees and the Board of the Organization.

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imperdibles: Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - The Boatman's Call "(1997)

What relationship can have Ray Loriga Björk, late night porn, Lars Von Trier and Nick Cave?

Memories are strange. Sometime in 1999 I paid my friend Irene videotape of those who had been reused several times, which coupled with the fact that the cheapest was doing everything regular saw and heard worse. The last thing he recorded was the film debut of Ray Loriga, La Pistola de mi Hermano , a film that could only fleetingly impress a teenager and wanted her to see. Appeared immediately after a terrible porn movie taking place in the dentist's office and I remember perfectly (the times in which my grandfather had Canal +, the only way to see some explicit sex-sex me then that I did not put), and was cut about halfway revealing what was underneath: Sputnik music videos, basically. Irene fell in love with 'Isobel', Björk and became a staunch supporter of the Icelandic. Therefore, after one year we went together to see Dancer in the Dark by Lars Von Trier (which she starred), and apparently satisfied, repeat feat Dogville the winter of 2003. That night my dark soul not married her, did not like the movie and not in the car wearing it The Boatman's Call of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds album that had just discovered and which was completely seduced.

"Love is a state in which I would be continuously. But I know the potential for pain love. It is truly like a drug, rising above the mediocre and putting you in a state of inspiration and imagination, and everything that is outside loses its meaning. The intention of writing this album was to capture the truth of what was happening in these relationships. The songs were written in the period between being happy and in love and see how it all failed. "

( Nick Cave - Daily Telegraph, 1997 )

This record, which was both saddening and disturbing to Irene in a journey of just twenty minutes, is actually the most serene and tender work of Cave until the date of its publication, classical, introspective, warm and thrilling as the breath on the nape of someone who holds you in the back cautiously. No trace of his tendency to create female characters on which to dump all their distrust and ill feeling: in The Boatman's Call , if you speak of heartbreak it comes from a shame firm and without whining, without punishment or revenge, if treated love in its most first-and ecstatic, not their long shadows of predators on a rough wall of mud and stone speaker. I listen and think about the inevitable attraction that any of the actors feel This collection of songs to sing to short distances, behind his back, as I said before, the excitement of feeling that you own to fall back into the arms of something that your hard to forget. And Cave is to recognize love, nostalgia, apologizing or admitting their mistakes in a very romantic ends up being very tempting. Nobody says "lover" as Nick. Previous

the relaxed elegance that sprinkle his subsequent work, this album is a journey musically voice and piano on the Bad Seeds have developed a series of arrangements that are adjusted to privacy as explicit lyrics. The most rousing moment could well be the sound and border tension 'West Country Girl', where the word puzzle captures the uniqueness extravagant woman describes and how he loves ( "The crooked smile and a heart-shaped face / (...) His widow's peak, her lips have kissed / the glove of bones in his wrist "), the same woman bouncing on a ceremonious solemn manner accordion in 'Black Hair' (" All my tears shed on his neck white milk / (...) The smell of her black hair on my pillow where you lay / Today has caught a train to the West "). Love letters, adorned religious details ("There Is A Kingdom" directly questions the figure of God) or stale aftertaste that inflame the passionate quality, show him excited but aware of how fleeting affection without setbacks and really hurt by absences 'Idiot Prayer' and 'Far From Me' (trembling and prisoner of the doubts that threaten to either: "I love to hear you doing so well / But really, no other person you can call to tell? / once you care?'re so far from me ... ").

is the person who had just divorced his wife (and tells wear of a long relationship in 'People Is not No Good' and 'Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere? ", fatal and compassionate) and the caresses which tells who was returning to induce the emotional dynamics of the illusion (' Lime Arbour Tree "). But if anything should stand out as egregious are the pieces that open and close the disc at the ends of the sequencing is not by chance and are basically two ways to break the heart: a person with a beautiful portrait in 'Into My Arms '(Cave in its highest expression of tenderness and vulnerability), and oneself in the shameless plea that is' Green Eyes', the lament in tears alcohol who is not afraid to humiliate himself in exchange for the last crumbs of affection and fleeting like a fish: "Restore to me to kiss and kiss me again / Slide your hand under my shirt / this old bastard does not care if you hurt / (...) So hold me, hold me / in the morning will be wiser than this evening being ". Exhausted, he seems to fall asleep with your memory. Irene

I took home that night, then drove to the mine. We have never again talked about Nick Cave.

To listen to Spotify: Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - 'The Boatman's Call'